I couldn't believe what had just transpired. One moment, I was at the lavish event, working as a waitress, and the next, I found myself face to face with a man who both baffled and intimidated me. I turned to confront him, my voice wavering as I stammered, "Y-you are here... why?"His intense gaze seemed to consume me, and I couldn't help but notice how strikingly handsome he was. His hair was slicked to the side, a wispy strand falling from his fringe, enhancing his sharp jawline. I felt a strange mixture of fear and attraction.Before I could gather my thoughts, Alastair, for that's what I assumed his name to be, placed a possessive hand on my back and stood beside me. He feigned a sneer and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "The only one you are allowed to serve is me."His words felt like a death sentence, and I shivered as his eyes traveled down my body. My chest rose and fell as his cold fingers sent a fiery sensation through my bare back. I was trapped in his grasp, and I couldn't

ChelseaBeing a hybrid—a half vampire and werewolf, Reagan easily had his claws out for attacking. But those claws wouldn't hurt another hybrid like Rhett, even though he was a sort of powerless weredragon–a half dragon and werewolf.We were all well aware of this fact in Flame Falls. The entire village knew that Reagan was the most powerful kind, whereas Rhett was more vulnerable. Everyone believed that the title of 'Prince' should be held by someone as regal as Reagan.But here I was, watching Regan mercilessly shoved Rhett against the archway, delivering punch after punch to his face. Crimson blood poured from Rhett's nose, covering his features as he valiantly refused to back down.It was a brutal sight, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth in shock. Rhett certainly wouldn’t fight back; he didn't have the power to. But he sure had the courage to keep going, even with blood flooding from his nose."Get your hands off me, Reagan," Rhett managed to say, his voice strained and his mo

Alastair As soon as I approached Chelsea and pulled her up, she threw herself onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my chest. I could feel the scorching heat of her fever through my blazer, and a wave of helplessness washed over me. There was no cure for the curse that plagued her, the curse that I felt guilty for even offering.My hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure of where to touch her, as I called out her name. “Chelsea.” She hugged me even tighter, her breaths becoming heavier as her body sought solace in mine. “Help me.” She mumbled. Her actions were beyond urgent, her rationality completely corrupted. I had never seen her so desperate before, so consumed by the fever.I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of her lips against the crook of my neck. The warmth threatened to consume me, to burn me from within. But I couldn't think of myself in that moment, not when Chelsea needed me.Suddenly, Reagan's voice cut through the tension, reminding me of his presence. "You be

ChelseaEmerging from the bedroom, I made my way into the living room and stood across Lucian who was still shaking in terror. Alpha Alastair sat in a chair, his posture relaxed as he perused the file in his hands. The moment his gaze shifted from the mundane paperwork to the presence of our arrival, an anomalous amusement settled on his face."Impressive. You took only two minutes thirty seconds." He said, without so much as a sidelong glance at his watch. He didn't require it in any way. Everyone knew his thoughts had never been able to keep up with the passage of time."Your Highness."Lucian whimpered.My attention swirled to him. He had prostrated himself before the Prince. The sight made me feel nauseous."I apologize. I had no idea that she was your significant other." he uttered those words with his head bowed and his chin tucked into his chest while he cried tears of terror and sweat poured down his forehead.Significant other? No fuck. I never wished to be this Prince's sign

Rhett moved onto the seat across Alastair's after all the other diners exited the dining room except for Alastair. "Tensed?" Since Alice approved of her plan to guide a slave to that forbidden cemetery, he has been unusually reticent."Is it even worth my redundant thoughts?" Alastair wondered, resting his chin on his palms. Alice had been prepared for the battle against him. She was hellbent on winning the throne, the position and power.Studying the concerns in his eyes, Rhett let out a soft chuckle. "Are you worried?" As Alastair reached for his wine on the table and looked at him for an explanation, he continued. "You always think of worth and stuff like that whenever you are worried about something." It had been his habit for a hundred years already.He placed the glass down and recalled the conversation with his mother earlier. She wanted him to talk to him and his brother. Talking to Reagan calmly would never be possible without a fight, so he rather decided to talk to Rhett wh